What I love most about summery beachy type holidays is not as much the new sights and sounds, the paper wrapped seafood dispensed from possibly suspect roadside trucks into sticky, sandy all-day-adventuring hands, singlet dresses with birkis everyday everywhere, almost-naked children who smell like the ocean, or even the cocktails permissable at any hour (although I do really really like all those things), but rather the freedom to be the people we would be if being a human was just that little bit simpler.